Game of Thrones Imagines

The Elemental - Part 2 - Jorah x Reader

Jorah and Sandor had been travelling for days, making their way from one village to another to enquire about the possible whereabouts of the powerful elemental; but each time the pair asked about the young woman, the two men would be chased away by angry villagers, who all seemed to know, and want to protect the beautiful creature.

"I think that we should go back and tell Jon that we couldn't find this lass, seems like she's more trouble than she's worth." Sandor complained, as yet again he and Jorah camped out in the cool night.

"No. She's here, I'm sure of it. Having someone such as her on our side could prove vital if we are to beat the Walkers; we have to continue looking until we find her." Jorah replied, as he looked out into the forest and lake that lay next to their campsite, the sun slowly setting and lighting up the sky in a warming red hue. For some reason Jorah could feel that the elemental was out there somewhere, watching the two of them as they struggled to find her, always appearing to be one step ahead.

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Jorah looked through the dying flames of the fire, his eyes falling on the snoring Sandor, the big man huddled up with his hands gripping tightly on to his sword, seemingly ready to spring to action at the slightest sound. Jorah shook his head and chuckled, he had no need to fear that wild animals would come anywhere near the camp, Sandor's snores sounded like two angry lions fighting and the noise was sure to scare anything, living or dead, away.

Quietly Jorah took a brand from the fire and made his way down to the lake, his watch lasted at least another few hours, and despite the volume of Sandor snore, it seemed to be having the strange affect of lulling Jorah into a longed for sleep.

As he arrived at the lake, he reached down and splashed the freezing water into his face, the shock of the frigid liquid bringing him back to his senses.

Looking down into the black water of the great lake, he caught his reflection in the gently lapping mirror, the flaming brand that he held above his head casting his likeness on its icy depths.

"Where are you?" He said softly, hoping somehow that the elemental could hear him.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and sighed. "If only you knew how much I want to find you, and not just for Jon." Jorah whispered, his gentle voice carrying through the ether, to a woman that had been watching him and the large scared man for days.

As Jorah slowly opened his eye he fell backwards, unable to believe what he was seeing. There on the surface of the lake fought two great bears, one made of water, and the other of fire, the two huge animals battling for supremacy, each and every clash of their great paws, sending plumes of steam into the cool night air.

Jorah looked around frantically, he knew that only one creature could be responsible for the scene that was playing out in front of him.

"Breathtaking isn't it, what the elements can become, what they can be made to do." A beautiful voice that suddenly seemed to appear from the thin air asked from behind Jorah.

Jorah spun around, his hand instinctively falling on the hilt of his sword, his eyes widening as they fell on the face of the exquisite elemental, her staff raised, ready to hit the ground if the steely blade should be pulled from its scabbard.

"Did you learn nothing from our last encounter, I had been informed that you were a man of intelligence Ser Jorah Mormont, but if you insist on drawing your sword, I will know that the great bear is nothing more than a fool." (Y/n) declared, as slowly Jorah withdrew his hand, watching with concern as the fire and water ursine no longer fought one another on the lake, but instead lumbered around him.